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A Multi Coloured Towel
My wife and I had been on holiday for nearly a week And had spent our time exploring the island We were staying in a villa with a rather large wet room Which as most welcome after exhausting days in the sun However this morning whilst enjoying breakfast We received a knock at the door […]
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J’ai rencontré ma femme dans le désert
I met my wife in the red desert on a white day in the middle of a summer We were sheltering under some rocks away from the direct heat of the sun Je m’appelle Caron She said to me in a hushed voice I asked her what she was doing in the desert She did […]
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Harry and Edward go Fishing
Harry and Edward were fishing in the Rochdale Canal When both their lines became dull and heavy With great effort both men raised an ancient statue from the murky waters And placed it on the towpath to dry off and enjoy the sun During the next hour they quietly discussed How to gain the maximum […]
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Collecting Crabs
Almost silently a small crabbing boat Picks up its buoys in the early morning light There are storms breaking on the horizon Which will freshen the humid air But for now the sea remains calm And the mists have yet to thin
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Storm
On the day of the storm My wife and I had travelled Back from the coast My wife had stolen The Catcher in the Rye From a railway bookshop And was reading it on the train When we arrived in our home town The storm was at its height So we sheltered for a while […]
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Rose Petal
A rose petal blew into my hut this morning It still retained its sweet perfume My daughter placed it into a thin bottle She will release it on her wedding day
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California Dreaming
I have recently moved to my coastal house From my writing desk I can see the sea Which brings me a great deal of pleasure Nathalie Cardone is singing Hasta Siempre As she always does on her weekly radio show But I do not listen as my interest in the revolution Is fading as the light […]
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Tales of Ordinary Madness or The Patterns that Thomas Saw showed to Lucy
One day quite by chance Thomas found a bullet On a raised walkway above the sea The find alarmed Thomas so he hid the bullet in his jacket pocket He then made his way to the salt sand flats where he met Lucy Who was feeding the visiting black headed gulls Thomas enjoyed watching his […]
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Golden Hair
The air that surrounds me tastes of gold I believe that Caron is responsible for this Each morning before breakfast I brush her golden hair And ask the same question About the air
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A Town in all its Finery
The town was dressed in all its fine clothes and was showing off that evening With the low white sun adding to its considerable drama The vast sky which had been idle for most of the day was supporting a few clouds With an abandon that attracted little or no attention But I was not fooled […]